THE NEW YORKER up what the city desk thought was a' better bet. When the Early Edition of the next day' s World came off the presses Monday night, the front- page headline on the murder read, promisingly enough: WORLD MEN FIND A CLUE But the story under it was a letdown for Ned. The most interesting discovery of the day was made by reporters for the World fit readl. It was that a \vagon, in which were two men and \vhich contained two packages, crossed to N ew York on the ferry from Greenpoint, L.I., on Saturday afternoon, a short time before the finding of the headless shoulders in the East River at Eleventh Street. The Greenpoint ferry landing on the N ew York side is at Tenth Street, and a bundle thrown from an incoming boat '\vould have been carried towards the Eleventh Street pier. \vi th the tide running as it was that afternoon. . . . That a saloonkeeper from that very sec- tion was reported missing last night hav- ing left home on June 2 '\vith a consider- able amount of money, makes this phase of the case especially interesting. All day :\;londay, while Ned was Inaking the rounds with his soap, the lV orid' s torso caInpaIgn was being run by Casey, the assistant city editor, under constant inspirational prodding from the front office. Roeder, Reitmeier, and a platoon of other reporters were work- ing with the police, and Ike White, the TV orid' s famous lone-wolf star reporter, was working against theIn, with a squad of special undercover agents. Fred Sturtevant, a celebrated rewrIte man, was welding the gross crude output into In artIstic whole, and the circulation department was havIng such a picnic that there must have been a substantial psychological resistance to Ned's story, with its possibility of puttIng an abrupt end to the frenzy . Roeder, however, was beginning to think well of it, and that Monday night he told Ned to hand over his precious photograph to the art departmen t, so that it could have an en- gravIng ready. "It was a good day's work, kiddo," he said. "Thanks." Ned was so full of his story that even though it was after midnight, when he got home to Flatbush, he awakened his father and told him about it. "Why didn't you grab the fellow and bring him in? " Frederick Sherwood Brown said. "That's what I would have done" He then went back to sleep. T HE mvstery continued to sell un- paralleled multitudes of newspa- pers all the next day-Tuesday, June 29th i\ lV o rId editorIal that morning 101 .. ."::" , .' y """;::: ":"> .. , ' ..::....... > , > ",!,:" <<. >>i- ":-"Y.." . >>;-., '",,' s' ,:', 'þ '.i:::: .J. STY!,.E NO 931:B Why? HOW FAR IS THE MOON? Why does water boil? Why is rain? Why? Why? Why? Junior wants to know the answer to everything - from the higher reaches of astronomy to the clothes he'll wear tomorrow. On this latter point, thankfully, there's no question at all about DON MOOR knit shirts They make real sense to boys-keen colors and thoroughgoing comfort, with a dash of well-bred fashion excitement. I DON MOO R I MAKES COTTON KNITS for big boys and little boys from SIze 1 all the way to 20 from $1.29 to $3.98 - has been making boys. wear for more than 50 years. Most good stores carry them - for the one nearest you write to DON MOOR KNITWEAR, 10 West 30th Street, New York 1